Roderic Quinn Poems
|1.||A Grey Day||4/16/2010|
|2.||A Song Of Keats||4/16/2010|
|3.||A Song Of Winds||4/16/2010|
|8.||All Of A Piece||4/16/2010|
|9.||An Empty Room||4/16/2010|
|10.||Arnold Rode Behind||4/16/2010|
|12.||At End Of A Holiday||4/16/2010|
|13.||At Her Door||4/16/2010|
|14.||At The Tide's Will||4/16/2010|
|17.||By Momba Tracks||4/16/2010|
|18.||By The Quay||4/16/2010|
|27.||Just To Drift||4/16/2010|
|30.||Midnight And Moonlight||4/16/2010|
|31.||Noon On The Barrier Ranges||4/16/2010|
|32.||On The Barrier||4/16/2010|
|34.||Romance In The Market Place||4/16/2010|
|37.||Stars In The Sea||1/1/2004|
|38.||Sydney Cove, 1788||4/16/2010|
Stars In The Sea
I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.
I vowed, as I rowed on the velvet blue
through the night and the starry spendour
to woo and sue a maiden I know
till she bent to my pleading tender.
My painted boat she was light and glad
and gladder my heart was wishing,
and I came in time to a little lad
who stood on the rocks a-fishing.
I said "Ahoy!" and he said "Ahoy"!
and I asked how the fish were biting;
And what are you...
The Circling Hearths
MY Countrymen, though we are young as yet
With little history, nought to show
Of lives enleagued against a foreign foe,
Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret;
Still some things make our kinship sweet,
Some deeds inglorious but of royal worth,
As when with tireless arms and toiling feet
We felled the tree and tilled the earth.